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Nil also speaks in green. wasn't sure what color happy is, so just choose any.
and fixed.
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Aww. Another sad one. Good job deathslayer7.
*starts plotting a happy fuzzy story to make up for all the depressing ones*
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Presenting, for your reading pleasure, the reason why you won't be seeing a new BASC or MAT Squad chapter for a while.
By request...
A Shipper's Carol
Part 1: A Most Unwelcome Guest
Starring: Cristo Meyers, Dirk Kris, Wolfbane, RabbitHoleLost with CurlyKitGirl and Mordokai mentioned.
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It was a typical winter’s day in a typical Victorian London setting, a very British setting indeed. Everyone spoke their holiday greetings and well-wishes in their 19th Century British accents. Cockney guttersnipes picked the pockets of well-to-do ladies and gentlemen that hurried through the cold.
This was normally a joyous time, because it was Christmas Eve and the majority of the population celebrated it, for one reason or another. So everyone was happy, even the guttersnipes and orphans were receiving no-quite-so moldy crusts of bread for their Christmas feasts.
Everyone was happy, except for one Dirk Kris. You see, Dirk was a lowly clerk working for a wealthy man by the name of Cristo Meyers. Now, Cristo was a real git, which is apparently not a good thing for an Englishman to be. For, though he was a rich man, he was quite the miser (to use an outdated term) and held tightly on to every penny that he earned, underpaid his employees, never allowed time for sick days or vacations, and refused to contribute to his workers’ 401k plans.
On this particular cold Christmas morning, Cristo was again counting the money he had earned over the past week while Dirk Kris was diligently ensuring that the sales ledgers were matched properly and that all the other accounting was in order. It was very cold in the office, for Cristo was such a tight-wad that he refused to pay for coal for the fire. So, with fingers frozen like ice, Dirk diligently worked on.
It was near closing time when suddenly the door to Cristo’s office opened, and in stepped Cristo’s nephew, Wolfbane. He was carrying a green Christmas wreath that he likely picked up on clearance at Target.
“Merry Christmas, uncle. I hope this will bring cheer to your heart even though you have always hated Christmas, obviously don’t like me, and have never done anything else to indicate that you will accept this gift. But here it is anyhow!”
Cristo set down his money bag and quill. “And you are right, I hate you and your annoying wife. I hate Christmas because it’s what misers like myself do!”
Wolfbane remained blissfully unaware. “Merry Christmas to you to, uncle! I love you!” and he hung the Wreath over the fireplace with the non-existent fire.
“Bah, Humbug…” Cristo muttered as Wolfbane left the office.
“I think it is lovely,” Dirk said, breathing into his cold hands.
“I want you to take it down throw it out in the streets. I would tell you to burn it, but burning costs money!” Cristo said.
Dirk frowned and did as he was asked. The wreath was gone and Cristo was satisfied. He began counting more coins and relishing his never-used wealth. He had made a strong profit this quarter, so far. Another like this and he could sell the shop, fire his employees, and live off his money for the rest of his life.
“Excuse me, Mr. Meyers, sir?” Dirk suddenly said.
“Bah! How did you get so close so quickly?” Cristo asked, in a very miserly fashion.
“Well, me and the other lads were wondering… since tomorrow is Christmas…” Dirk started.
“I suppose you all want the day off, eh? Well, you can’t have it! Why should my profits suffer simply because you are too lazy to put in an honest day’s work?” Cristo interrupted, as misers tend to do.
Dirk nodded meekly, as underpaid, soul-crushed employees tend to do. “Well, sir… its Christmas… I would like to be with my family… My wife, Curly, is preparing dinner, and Mini Mordokai isn’t doing so well with his health…”
Cristo rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can take a half-day, but not a minute more! And you will be making up for the hours the day after!”
Dirk smiled and nodded. “Thank you sir, thank you!” He glances down at his watch. “Oh my, it is time to leave for the day, Merry Christmas sir!”
“Bah, Hummus!” Cristo replied.
Dirk and Cristo’s other red shirt employees left the office, leaving Cristo alone. He grabbed his coat, hat, and cane so that he looked like a proper Victorian English miser, and headed out the door.
It was already getting dark by the time Cristo had reached the door to his very British, very miserly home.
“Crrrrriiiisssttooooo,” came a mysterious, spooky, but British woman's voice. It was oddly familiar.
“Who is that?” Cristo barked, turning sharply and waving his cane like a sword.
There was no reply… only silence.
“Bah, Humdinger!” Cristo exclaimed as he turned the key in his door’s lock.
Cristo’s home was very much what you would expect for a tale such as this. It had its share of tables, couches, chairs, and other accoutrement that a rich man would have. Most of it was covered in thick dust from lack of use, for Cristo never had much time for visitors, he was such a miser. It was warm though, because he didn’t like being too cold at home and grudgingly had paid to have fireplaces installed to heat his house.
He quickly changed into his nightgown, slippers, and cap, for this was the 19th century and it was okay for men to wear a nightgown, slippers, and cap when they were at home. He prepared his evening gruel, for getting old required the consumption of such things, and Cristo was getting old. He took his meal upstairs to eat by his bedside fire and prepare for…bed.
“Crrrriiiisssttttoooo,” Came the spooky voice again.
Cristo turned toward the stars. Now he could hear a distinct clinking sound coming up the stairs. By clinking, I mean a long, loud drawing of something heavy across the ground. The clinking really came from the heavy footfalls, as if a person wrapped in chains was walking up the stairs.
Criso reached into his beside drawer and withdrew a pistol, because home defense was important to him, and pointed it toward the stairs. “Who is there? Who are you?” he shouted, his voice quaking with fear.
A figure emerged from atop the stairs, a woman. But this woman was ethereal in appearance, which meant pale white and sea-through, like a ghost. However, she was old and wrapped in heavy chains, which explained the clinking/dragging noise Cristo had heard before.
The woman turned to Cristo and pointed very ominously toward him. “Crrriiisssttoooo…”
“Wait a moment… you…you’re RabbitHoleLost, aren’t you? My old partner! Well… why are you here?”
“I have come to warn you, Cristo… so that you may yet atone for your evil deeds as I have not and end up screwed for all eternity. Though I think you deserve it more, because you have lived longer and were thus able to make more people miserable. But you know, an angel getting its wings and all that.”
“You’re an angel now? But, RHL, you were always such a bit-“ Cristo began.
“Enough! I’m not an angel, but I was told that every good deed I do gets one link removed from this chain I now bear. I apparently, according to my case worker Barry, forged it link by link with every bad deed I did in life.”
“What is that one shaped like a horse?” Cristo asked.
RHL sighed. “It’s a donkey, you see, I was in Tijuana once and… nevermind all that! I was told by Barry that I get a special double-link removal for helping you, and this thing is heavy.”
Cristo finally put down the pistol, convinced that he was going to be helped somehow. “You are going to make me richer?” he asked, eagerly, because he was very greedy.
RHL sighed. “Look, you have to atone for your wickedness soon, because as much as I hated you as a partner, this sort of thing really sucks to deal with.”
Cristo nodded. “And those chains make horrible accessories, they don’t go with your new dead complexion at all.”
“Enough!” RHL cried. “So here’s the deal, tonight you are going to be visited by three spirits, not like me. I tell you, these ones are mean. I should know, you should have seen Future at least year’s Halloween Ball, I mean…” She shook her head. “But still… basically, get comfortable, you are in for one hell of a night.”
"Bah, Hummer H3..."
With that, RHL began to fade away, as ghosts tend to do. Soon Cristo was alone again, all he could hear was the crackle of his fire and the ticking of his grandfather clock. Did I forget to mention he had a Grandfather clock, its important, because they tend to-
CHIME!
And Cristo met the first spirit…
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For future reference, Ghost speaks in...whatever! I don't really worry too much about it, myself.
However, I prefer plain old Black, Purple, DarkRed, or DarkSlateGray. Overall, I'm not fond of any of the orange/yellows or the pastels but I'm not going to make a fuss. I'm usually happy enough just to make an appearance or mention.
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Well, as you have given your official seal of approval (and not the baby kind that's used for testing newly crafted clubs), and I have been encouraged by others to continue this line, I have decided to do so. Hope to have another bit up by the weekend, but we'll see. If not, next week.
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@ TBW: Very amusing. And thoroughly enjoyable. I can just see Cristo doing all those things. And Rabbit does seem to be dead a whole lot more often, lately.
Miserly is a word for every occasion.
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@TwoBit: Great job.
@CM: Its okay..."Uncle"
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I speak in yellowgreen. But it doesn't really matter.
Have to go and cry for mah sister and henchpixie now.My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
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Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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Because you ninja'd me with this earlier...
Fan-freaking-tastic, man! Of course, now I have to wonder if the Halloween Ball is going to be a noodle incident... But, yeah, loved it; can't wait for more (and not just because I'll be in it later, it's awesome all by its own write ).
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You can't get me down...Uncle.
Not when I'm full of holiday cheer anyways.Last edited by UncleWolf; 2008-12-10 at 03:48 PM.
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NOOOOO!!!!
Aw well, no point in worrying about it.
Still nice ship.Avatar by Logalmier
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All right, by popular demand (at least, I enjoy pretending so) I have written another piece, set in the IStLY universe. Intentionally this time.
Interlude
Starring - Mangosta, Thes Hunter
SpoilerMangosta woke slowly. The darkness outside implied that it was shortly after midnight. He couldn’t say what it was that had wakened him. He glanced over at his wife. Thes lay silently, still asleep. He wondered how much more time they would have together. With rumors of the Tsar going mad, and the Empress going on the offensive, he had a sinking feeling that his services would be requested soon. So much for retirement. He sighed as he rose.
He moved to a chair at the desk, and turned it so that he could watch Thes sleep. Though they had been wed several years now, she was still as youthful and vibrant as the day of the ceremony. His memory turned back to the war that had thrown them together…
He had been knighted early in the war. During a battle gone against them, with the commander over his unit fallen, he had rallied the survivors and supervised an orderly retreat, he himself taking the rearguard position and cutting down their pursuers. He was given his own unit. In time, he rose to the rank of Captain. His force, a small, elite band of dragoons, became renowned for its actions behind the front lines. Thes had been one of his snipers. She had never been able to hide her attraction for her commander.
The Hand of Shadow, as they had come to be called, had been amazingly successful. During a celebration after their return from a campaign of ravaging the enemy’s supply lines, Mangosta had had a little too much to drink, and he had ended up sharing his tent with her. Their liaison afterward had been occasional and informal. Until the betrayal…
He still seethed, though he had long since settled that score. One of his lieutenants, feeling that they were on the losing side of the war, had sold the Hand of Shadow’s planned route to General Kezz. The ambush was perfect. Mangosta himself had taken at least two arrows before he fell unconscious, and had only awakened several days later. Thes, the only other survivor, had pulled him from the field and nursed him back to health. He took comfort in her arms often, trying to forget the pain and anger.
As the war progressed, he used the belief that he had died to his advantage. He became an assassin, and had waged a personal war against the enemy high command. He had taken especial pleasure in Kezz’s murder. Stalking into the general’s room, his blade still coated with the blood of the bodyservant that lay in a heap outside the door, he had awakened the man.
“Impossible! You’re dead! I saw you die!”
Mangosta had merely smiled at him.
“How many times must I kill you?!”
“Only once, if you can get it right. But you will not have that opportunity.”
Kezz had struggled to rise, only to find his body unresponsive. “You should know me well enough to know that I would leave nothing to chance.”
“So you’ll just murder me here, in cold blood, while I lie helpless?”
“Easier than killing you in a fair fight. But considering the circumstances of our last encounter, I don’t feel any particular compulsion to give you a fair fight anyway.” The dagger carved so much flesh off of the body that Kezz was unrecognizable even before he died.
Feeling that his task was done, he had returned, intending to tell Thes that while he had enjoyed her company, her presence was no longer necessary. But when he walked in and saw her sitting there, he realized that somewhere along the road he had fallen in love. His proposal had been eagerly accepted.
She still didn’t know that he had planned to break it off that night. It no longer mattered. They had been happy, and were hoping for a child in the coming years. His dagger would be requested before the dust settled in Byzantium. He did not want to leave his beloved wife for any time, but with luck the job would pay well enough for him to never have to use the blade again.
He rose and walked back to their bed. During his musing, Thes had rolled onto her side, facing away from him. He was touched again by this woman who had brought him out of the depths of fury and misery. He slid underneath the blankets and embraced her closely from behind. A soft murmur escaped her lips as his nose parted her hair and he lightly kissed the nape of her neck. He whispered, “I love you.” In response, her lips curved in a smile. Eventually, he slipped back into slumber.
@TBW: Very amusing. Looking forward to the rest.
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Having not read a Shipper's Carol yet, I duck my head and quickly post this fic:
Huggles starring Brandi (Dirk Kris)/Cobra Ikari
SpoilerThe music was loud, the lights were dim, the club was smoky. Brandi idly wondered who it was for, couldn't remember, quit thinking about it. She grabbed herself a drink from the bar and joined a group of her girlfriends out on the dance floor. They danced and laughed and checked out the hotties, mocked the skanky-looking girls mercilessly, had a great time.
After a while, Brandi looked around and spotted an empty barstool. Eagerly she ran over and hopped up into it before someone else nabbed it. Taking off one heel, she rubbed her aching foot. That'll teach me to wear new shoes out to the club. Ouch. Leaning back, she ordered another drink and took a look around the room.
Near the DJ booth, someone wearing a shirt her favorite shade of blue caught her eye. She turned to look and gasped. It was some guy she'd never seen before, and he was gorgeous! Dark hair, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. She felt a smile touch her own lips and sipped her drink, watching him. He seemed to be going from person to person and hugging them. Like, everyone.
Intrigued, she raised an eyebrow and watched. Still she smiled, amused. He finished the far side of the room and came closer. She found herself holding her breath, checking her hair, adjusting her cleavage before he got to her.
For one heartbreaking moment, it seemed he would pass her. Then he turned and dazzled her with that smile of his before wrapping her in his arms and embracing her. She could smell his cologne and it drove her crazy. Reluctantly she pulled away and grinned. "What was that for? Trying to set a record or something?"
He smiled at her and shook his head. "Nope. I'm Cobra. It's just what I do."
She opened her mouth to say more, but he was gone. Shrugging, Brandi took her drink and headed back out onto the dance floor. From time to time she caught herself looking for him, and once or twice their eyes met. He waved, she waved back. It was enough to leave her beaming.
At the end of the night, she found Cobra again and slipped a bit of napkin with her phone number on it into his hand. "Hey, call me sometime, alright?"
Cobra nodded eagerly, grinning. "Sure. Talk to you later, k?"
Brandi nodded, then spun on her heel and left to go home. And all night long, she dreamed of his arms.
Dirky by Beans!Officially putting in for an extended leave of absence.
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Shadowland
Warcouncil
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Only three days had passed since the last warcouncil, and all three warlords had taken time to reless considerable stress. It was now time to decide how the rebellion would be ended, once and for all.
Now then, how are we to deal with the rebel scum? I propose that we set the forest ablaze, and with no place to run, they will burn and die like the cockroaches they are.
I have already tried that approach Mordokai. I instead suggest that we send out a swarm of undead. They never rest, and can be used to hunt down rebels day and night until they are all found.
Fanboy began to laugh, already knowing that his solution would be the best.
Gentlemen,you do not tear down the house to find the rat. You instead find a cat.
Fanboy clapped his hands, and the warroom's door opened, two people stepping into the room. Mordokai and Surly recognized then both at once.
The first was a tall woman, dark skinned and wearing an eyepatch over her left eye, a gold ring in her ear. On her back appeared to be a large buster sword, and the stern look on her face showed her dedication to this hunt.
Beside her was a smaller man, rapier at her side. He had a cocky grin on his face, and began to lean agaisnt the wall. His black hair seemed to cover his face, but you could tell he was quite young looking.
Both are highly skilled warriors I have managed to recruit, for their own personal reasons. They will be deployed immediantly of course.
I am impressed Fanboy. Surly was now remebering why this vampire was an ally of theirs, and had managed to impress Surly in their time working toghter.
Fanboy turned to the mercenaries. I have given you your instructions, there are horses at the gate. Best of luck to you.
Moon Called and Vespe turned to leave, Mordokai keeping a close watch on Vespe. Vespe was an infamous ladies man, and Mordokai would kill anyone he caught touching Rabbit. She was his. Surly could feel Mordokai's wrath radiating from him, and was laughing on the inside.
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Moon Called and Vespe were riding out into the sunset, with Moon Called with vengence on her heart.
Brother......
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@mangosta71-That has to be one of the most intriging ships I have read. Plenty of action and romance, while leaving a nice feeling at the end of the storie. Loved it.
@Dirk Kris-Interesting. I look forward to seeing where that relationship could go.Avatar by Logalmier
SpoilerOriginally Posted by Fred RogersOriginally Posted by Mother Teresa
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@Dirk: Good ship, as always.
@Saint Nil: I've been called rebel scum. That is an honor!
Also: The plot thickens! When is the next installment?
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Good job Nil.
Buster sword reference has been called.
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and to continue my series from before
What is Right and Wrong.
Presenting my latest one
To Gain an Allystarring Wolfbane and Saint Nil
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Nil rubbed his forehead as he walked away from the room. He could hear her wailing inside of it. He hadn't been looking forward to this.
Sighing he hurried towards the dungeons. He had do to something before it became apprent he was missing.
Walking through the palace, servants hurried out of the way seeing the frown on his face. Nil didn't even see them. He was thinking again. He had been doing that a lot lately.
He found the entrance and went down the steps. After going down a few levels, he finally entered a hallway. The walls were made of stone, and torches were set into bracers, giving him light. He approached the guard on duty.
The guard jumped to his feet quickly and saluted, but Nil told it it was ok. He asked for a moment alone with the prisoners. No one was to come in.
The guard nodded and Nil entered. He took the key rack of its hook and proceeded to find the key he needed. After finding it, he opened the door, and entered a special area of the castle. He strode to the first cell and looked in.
Inside, Wolfbane was chained to the wall.
Hello Wolfbane. Nil said.
Wolfbane looked up seeing he had a vistor. He smiled when he saw it was Nil.
How have you been doing Wolfbane? Nil asked.
Wolfbane coughed for a few seconds before replying.
How do you think I am if you were chained to a wall day and night? he asked.
Not so good I suppose.
Well then. You have you answer don't you. he snarled.
Wolfbane. Nil sighed. Why did you do it?
Wolfbane smiled. I already told you. For fun.
You're lieing to me! Nil shouted as he hit the bars with his fist.
So you say.
Nil frowned at him for a moment. He then shook his head. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key and tossed it into Wolfbane's cell.
Wolfbane looked at the key for a moment then back at Nil, a frown on his face.
You'll find that useful tonight. I suggest you get out while you still have the chance.
With that, Nil left the cell and locked the door behind him. He patted the guard on the way out and told him what a fine job he was doing. He then headed back to his room.